Par Avium.
By Jacob Bigelow
Two little birds were sitting on a stone,
One flew away and then there was one,
T other flew away and then there was none,
So the poor stone was left all alone.
One of the little birds back again flew,
In came t other and then there were two;
Says one bird to t other, How do you do?
Very well, I thank you; pray how do you?
Fama est par avium venisse insistere saxo,
Quarum prim abeunte superstitit inde secunda:
Illa autem fugiens jam vix vestigia liquit,
Et saxum mrens in campo luget inani.
Ecce autem rediens avium comparuit una,
Altera non segnis sociam complectitur almam:
Arreptque manu, Quid agis dulcissima rerum?
Suaviter ut nunc est, et jam cupio omnia qu vis.